His words would have cut through a million people.
But he was pushed aside,
His poetry was called, "lethal".
His mind could no longer hide.
So he punched through his heart!
And on his paper, spilled guts!
His anger was splattered in the words, OH THE ART!
Masterpieces were preformed,
So much soul seeped into them.
It was eye watering truth that was deformed!
Oh the humanity, shot right through the page!
His art was squirting out,
Squirting with the rage!
And he ran out of energy,
And soon yes, he died.
But the papers he did not hide.
Those who have read it,
Say their nose starts to bleed.
They get sucked into the emotion,
Never the same after they read.
A legacy he left,
When yet he was so lnvisible.
A mouse scares an elephant, my friend.
The mouse scares the elephant.
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